Comprehension against the sky, creating the Five Thunders in the real world

Of course, this was purely Nara Tsubaki overthinking things.

Lin Beichen gave her his contact information simply because he didn't want to disappoint the girl.

Since the other party is working for China, it's fine to grant this small request.

After they parted ways, Yu Feng finally couldn't help but launch into a barrage of lectures at Lin Beichen.

"Why can't you get it? At least say something nice."

After hiding for so long, I've finally regained my freedom.

Yu Feng was particularly excited and talked a lot.

"Sigh, if it were me, maybe this would have worked out."

"Why are you so troublesome? You're not getting any younger, can't you have a proper relationship? I really don't know what to say to you." Yu Feng walked briskly, chattering away.

Lin Beichen listened to his rambling in silence.

He wanted to see what tricks Yu Feng could come up with.

But after listening for a long time, Yu Feng kept repeating the same few sentences.

Have you said enough?

Lin Beichen's casual remark immediately silenced the incessantly chattering Yu Feng. Only then did he belatedly realize that his words and actions had indeed been somewhat rash.

Was Lin Beichen's knife not sharp enough, or was this kid getting cocky?
Have you been feeling really restless and uncomfortable staying indoors all this time?
So, is he itching for a beating, or is he trying to build up his resilience?
"Hehe, I was just joking. Brother Lin Beichen, you didn't take it seriously, did you?" Yu Feng covered his mouth, pretending to be joking, and said in a relaxed tone.

His expression was quite calm at the moment.

"No way, no way, no one really believes that..."

He covered his mouth, his face full of teasing.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Beichen's figure flickered and vanished from his sight in an instant.

"Holy crap, that's fast!"

"It's been so long since we last sparred, but you're still as fierce as ever."

Yu Feng was greatly alarmed.

A hint of panic crept onto his face.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a tremendous force coming from behind, followed by a muffled thud.

He flew forward, and Lin Beichen's palm strike sent him flying more than ten meters away.

"You think I'm afraid of you? Let me see how much of your strength you can force me to use!" Yu Feng gritted his teeth, unwilling to admit defeat. He felt he still had the strength to fight.

He wasn't just coasting along in the military during this period.

Yu Feng has been diligently honing his skills.

Being by Lin Beichen's side, in particular, made him feel immense pressure at all times.

If you're not strong enough, you don't even have the right to follow Brother Lin Beichen.

He absolutely did not want to be unable to keep up with Lin Beichen's pace in the future.

"This is the Bajishan Collapse technique that I have practiced diligently."

"Perfect, I'll use you to test my skills!"

With a confident shout from Yu Feng, the two quickly engaged in battle.

Lin Beichen did not use his full strength; he wanted to take this opportunity to test Yu Feng's combat abilities.

"as you wish."

Lin Beichen also wanted to see just how strong Yu Feng had become. What kind of techniques and improvements had given him such confidence?

The two fought back and forth.

Fists and feet clashed, bodies constantly intertwining.

If there were bystanders present, it would be difficult to capture their swift movements.

Afterimages flashed by one after another.

Aside from their blurry figures, the trajectory of their attacks was completely obscured.

Whether it's a punch or a sweeping kick, it's incredibly swift and fierce.

The whistling wind from the punches and the continuous cracking sounds of impacts sent chills down one's spine. Who could withstand such a punch? A single kick would likely be fatal! This clearly demonstrates that Yu Feng's skills were also extraordinary.

It's certainly not much inferior.

Having followed Lin Beichen through thick and thin for so long, how could he be an ordinary person? His strength might be slightly weaker than Zhang San's, but the gap is now not that big.

"I never expected Yu Feng to be able to reach this level."

"It seems I underestimated him before."

Zhang San, who had just arrived from a short distance away, was filled with surprise.

Watching the duel between the two, he realized that he had underestimated Yu Feng's fighting strength. Not only was Lin Beichen formidable, but Yu Feng beside him was equally not to be underestimated.

Those who can follow Lin Beichen are no ordinary people.

"See? I told you that kid was something else."

"The three of you forming a team is truly terrifying. I really can't think of any difficulty that could stop you," Lü Guangwei commented with a smile, seeing Zhang San's shocked expression.

Some things simply cannot be resolved by force alone.

Power alone cannot overcome all obstacles, but the key lies in the fact that this small group not only has three exceptionally powerful individuals, but Lin Beichen is also the core and soul of the team. He is proficient in various divination and prediction techniques, able to foresee good and bad fortune, and solve all sorts of mysteries.

They possess both formidable combat capabilities and strategic acumen.

Such a squad is virtually invincible.

As long as Lin Beichen's mind remains sharp, this team will be difficult to defeat.

……

At this time, Nora-suke was unaware that Lin Beichen's team was about to be joined by Zhang San, a special forces king with extremely strong individual combat capabilities. If he knew that the opposing camp had gained another formidable general, he would probably be terrified and might even consider absconding with the funds.

Compared to the so-called honors that mark the end of a career,
He was more concerned about whether his own life could be saved.

Unfortunately, he knew nothing about it.

Moreover, Yu Feng's combat strength was different from what he had expected.

Yu Feng has always concealed his strength and has never shown his true peak condition.

Just like him at this moment,

He was able to fight Lin Beichen to a standstill.

"They should probably be leaving by now."

Norasuke smiled faintly, a hint of cruelty flashing across his lips.

"You didn't think the assassins had all left, did you? As long as I'm here, you have no chance of survival. You're destined to become my victims, adding the most glorious chapter to my career." Norasuke gently stroked the sword in his hand, his whole body radiating confidence.

As a top assassin,
He has never made a mistake.

They were able to successfully kill their targets every time.

His hundreds of successful assassination attempts forged his strong mental fortitude.

Even against the strongest enemy, he was confident enough to draw his sword! That was his source of confidence. His aura was extremely powerful, something ordinary people simply couldn't withstand. These past few days, to conceal his identity, he had endured humiliation and eaten his way through the street food stalls of three different neighborhoods.

He discovered that eating flatbread effectively masked his murderous intent.

"If I had discovered the benefits of eating flatbread earlier, my assassination career might have been much smoother. It's a pity that after completing this mission, I will no longer eat flatbread."

A hint of regret flashed in Noraku's eyes.

He held a knife in one hand and a flatbread in the other.

His knife was cleverly disguised, making it look like a wooden stick.

As long as he doesn't draw his sword or reveal his murderous intent, no one will know he's a cold-blooded assassin. His aura is completely concealed; he looks like an ordinary young man.

"Young man, would you like some more of my flatbread? Are you about to leave?"

Today, Norasuke surprised the street vendor.

Why has my appetite shrunk? I used to buy more than a dozen cakes at a time.

Now you only need to buy two pancakes, is something wrong?

Is it a loss of appetite, or a serious illness?

How could she have imagined that Norasuke was actually a professional assassin?

This seemingly harmless young man is a cold-blooded assassin who kills without hesitation.

The main reason he stopped buying more flatbread was because he was about to carry out an assassination. Two flatbreads were enough; too many would only hinder his operation.

After several days of practice, he has mastered the skill of making pancakes.

In other words, even without this woman's help in the future,

He can also do the job of making pancakes independently.

After all, this was a way to conceal the murderous aura emanating from him.

Even if I no longer work as an assassin, this is still a way to conceal my identity.

"No need, I'm about to leave. I'll come again if I have the chance."

"This little bit of money is to thank you for taking care of me these past few days, auntie." Nora-suke hesitated for a moment, then took out an envelope from his pocket, stuffed it into the old lady's piggy bank without saying a word, and then turned and left without hesitation.

He left decisively and without hesitation.

His graceful and carefree back view left the middle-aged woman stunned.

She had never seen a customer suddenly slip her money before leaving.

Isn't it only natural to spend money to buy cakes? When have I ever given this young man any special treatment? Are young people these days so generous? The old woman felt a little strange.

But she didn't say much.

Because she knew that this young man was indeed not short of money.

Moreover, the other person left so decisively; it was definitely not just empty politeness. Meeting such a person, the woman could only marvel at her good fortune; at that moment, she didn't think much of it.

She took the envelope out after Norasuke had walked away.

It's generally impolite to open something in front of someone.

"It's so heavy, it can't be ordinary banknotes, right? What did this kid give me?"

"Could it be... that someone still has a crush on me at my age?"

A strange thought couldn't help but pop into the old woman's mind.

It has to be said that she has a very youthful mindset.

But when she opened the envelope, the woman was completely stunned.

She never expected that the thin envelope would contain a thick wad of banknotes. This was no small sum; she might not earn that much even after selling pancakes for a month.

All the pancakes she sold to Norōsuke probably amounted to less than one percent of that amount.

The woman was speechless for a long time.

She knew she had met a benefactor.

At the same time, she also deeply engraved Norasuke's image in her heart.

As a single mother raising two children on her own, this money was incredibly important to her.

She works tirelessly from dawn till dusk making pancakes, isn't it all so that her children can have a better life?
I never expected to meet such a kind person.

She bowed deeply in the direction Norasuke had left.

Even if you don't know the other person's name or who they are, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Mommy, Mommy, I got a perfect score!"

A little girl ran over and excitedly called out to the older woman.

"Mom, you promised me that you would buy me a drawing board if I got a perfect score."

"And colored pencils!"

The little girl's face was beaming with happiness.

She never felt that her mother's job of making pancakes was undignified.

In her heart, her mother is the greatest mother in the world.

"Okay, okay, Mom will take you to buy a drawing board now..."

The woman smiled and then began to pack up her stall.

Seeing this, the little girl quickly said, "Mommy, aren't you selling pancakes anymore? We can go buy them tonight. I'm a very good and sensible girl. I won't make a fuss or cry. Mommy, you have to believe me."

It's painfully sensible.

The older woman gently ruffled the little girl's hair and touched her face.

"Come on, Mom earned some money today, let's..."

The woman then took her daughter to buy the best drawing board and paintbrushes.

It could be said that she spent a large sum of money that she would never have been willing to spend before, which even surprised the little girl.

She didn't expect her mother to spend so much money.

Although she was a little reluctant to part with them, seeing the brand-new art supplies brought a happy smile to her face. It was a truly unexpected surprise, and it was all thanks to Norasuke.

His small gesture warmed the hearts of the entire family.

Even villains have a hidden side.

Of course, Norasuke only thought of himself as paying tuition for learning to make pancakes.

He never considered himself a good person, nor did he bother to do any good deeds.

……

"Brother Lin Beichen, you're amazing! I'm completely convinced!"

Yu Feng couldn't help but beg for mercy repeatedly.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I really... I really give up."

"I surrender, I surrender, please stop hitting me."

Lin Beichen ignored Yu Feng's cries and continued to train him in resilience.

Of course, he was very careful in his actions.

It will only cause Yu Feng pain, but will not cause any actual harm.

There were no bruises or swellings on his face, hands, or body, which shows that his technique was quite skillful.

"Now you're scared? I thought you'd gotten much stronger."

"You dare to provoke me with this level of skill? Did you really think I didn't hear what you were saying in my ear earlier? If it weren't for Nara Tsubaki being there, I would have already taken care of you." Lin Beichen stopped with a smile, admitting that he had indeed taken things a bit too seriously.

When Lin Beichen first sparred with Yu Feng, he only wanted to help him hone his skills.

But the more he played, the more engrossed he became.

Especially the screams of Yu Feng; listening to that piercing wail, he became increasingly excited. If Yu Feng had remained silent and endured the pain, Lin Beichen probably would have stopped hitting him long ago.

"I never expected Yu Feng to be so skilled."

By this time, Lü Guangwei had already left, and Zhang San came alone to Yu Feng and Lin Beichen's side.

He spoke respectfully to Yu Feng.

"Brother Yu Feng, I underestimated you before."

"With your strength, we can at least go 30-70."

The first half of the sentence made Yu Feng quite proud, but the second half made his face turn ugly.

What is Zhang San saying?

If I can't beat Brother Lin Beichen, surely I can beat Zhang San?

He never thought he was inferior to others, yet this mere Zhang San dared to spout nonsense in front of him.

Yu Feng felt this was intolerable.

However, considering that the other party had seen him being beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back, Yu Feng decided to give up the idea of ​​competing with Zhang San after a moment's thought.

There's nothing to brag about if you win.

Even if he beats Zhang San, he still won't be a match for Lin Beichen.

But if we lose, we'll lose face big time.

"Hmph, anyone can brag. We can have another chance to compete."

"You'll only know if it's a mule or a horse once you take it out for a spin."

Yu Feng remained defiant.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just been screaming in agony.

Zhang San clearly heard his pig-like screams. (End of Chapter)